of fathers, when there is such a man as Or-Why, what means this? Why do you look on lando? me? Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave I see no more in you, than in the ordinary verses, speaks brave words, swears trave oaths, Of nature's sale-work :-Od's my little life! and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart I think she means to tangle my eyes too:the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble goose: but all's brave, that youth mounts, and folly guides:-Who comes here? Enter Corin. Cor. Mistress, and master, you. have oft in- After the shepherd that complain'd of love; Cel. Well, and what of him Ros. Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Say, that you love me not; but say not so Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck, Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down; thee: Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Thy palm some moment keeps; but now mine Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not: Sil. comes, Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not; No, 'faith, proud mistress, hope not after it; Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain? And thank heaven fasting, for a good man's love; Sell when you can; you are not for all markets: I had rather hear you chide than this man woo. Phe. For no ill will I bear you. Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine; Besides, I like you not: If you will know my house, 'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by:- see, None could be so abus'd in sight as he. [Exeunt Rosalind, Celia, and Corin. Phe. Dear shepherd! now I find thy saw of might; Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight? Phe. Phe. Thou hast my love; is not that neigh- Sil. I would have you. Phe. Ros. And why, I pray you? [Advancing.] Who A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon. might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all at once, Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me ere while ? Over the wretched? What, though you have Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft: beauty, And he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; "Tis but a peevish boy:-yet he talks well;- It is a pretty youth:-not very pretty: He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. him In parcels as I did, would have gone near He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me: Phe. I'll write it straight; ACT IV. [Exeunt. SCENE I. The same. now, Orlando! where have you been all this Ros. Break an hour's promise in love? He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that Cupid hath clapp'd him o' the shoulder, but I warrant him heart-whole. Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind. Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight: I had as lief be woo'd of a snail. Orl. Of a snail? Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, I think, than you can make a woman: "Besides, he brings his destiny with him. Orl. What's that? Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholden to your wives for: but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife. Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous. Ros. And I am your Rosalind. Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you. Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to con sent: What would you say to me now, an 1 were your very very Rosalind. Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke. Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking (God warn us!) matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss. Orl. How if the kiss be denied? begins new matter. Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress? mistress; or I should think my honesty ranker Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your than my wit. I Orl. What, of my suit? Ros. They say you are a melancholy fellow. Jaq. I am so I do love it better than laughing. Ros. Those that are in extremity of either, are abominable fellows; and betray themselves to every modern censure, worse than drunkards. Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. Ros. Why then, 'tis good to be a post. which is emulation; nor the musician's, which Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die. but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded world is almost six thousand years old, and in Ros. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor of many simples, extracted from many objects; all this time there was not any man died in his and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my own person, videlicit, in a love-cause. Troilus travels; which, by often rumination, wraps me had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club; in a most humorous sadness. Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great yet he did what he could to die before; and he is reason to be sad: I fear, you have sold your own one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would lands, to see other men's; then to have seen turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsumhave lived many a fair year, though Hero had much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes mer night: for, good youth, he went but forth to and poor hands. Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of would be talking of her. your suit. Am not I your Rosalind? Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because Ros. Well, in her person I say--I will not have you Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience. Ros. And your experience makes you sad: 1 had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad; and to travel for it too. wash him in the Hellespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drowned;nd the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was-Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me. Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly: But come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it. Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind! Jaq. Nay then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank verse. Exit. Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: Look, you lisp, and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are: or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.-Why, how days, and all. Orl. Then love me, Rosalind. Orl. And wilt thou have me? unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful: therefore beware my censure, and keep your promise. Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind: So, adieu. Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?-Come, sister, you shall be the Ros. Well, time is the old justice that examines priest, and marry us.-Give me your hand, Or-all such offenders, and let time try: Adieu! lando:-What do you say, sister? Erit Orlando. Orl. 'Pray thee, marry us. Cel. I cannot say the words. Ros. You must begin, Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your love-prate: we must have your doublet and hose Will you, Orlando,-pluck'd over your head, and show the world Cel. Go to:-Will you, Orlando, have to wife what the bird hath done to her own nest. this Rosalind? Orl. I will. Ros. Ay, but when? Orl. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. Ros. Then you must say,-I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. Ros. I might ask you for your commission; but,-I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband: There a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before her actions. Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged. Ros. Now tell me how long you would have her, after you have possessed her. Orl. For ever and a day. Ros. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo: December when they wed: maids are May when hey are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain: more newfangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain; and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry: I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep. Orl. But will my Rosalind do so? Ros. By my life, she will do as I do. Orl. O, but she is wise. Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep 1 am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. Cel. Or rather bottomless; that as fast as you pour affection in it, it runs out. Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love-I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando: I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come. Čel. And I'll sleep. "Exeunt. SONG. Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do this: the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors 1. What shall he have that kill'd the deer? upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the case-2. ment; shut that, and 'twill out at the key hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. Orl. Á man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say,-Wit, whither wilt? Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed. Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that? Ros. Marry, to say,-she came to seek you there. You shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue. O, that woman that cannot make her fault her husband's occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for she will breed it like a fool. Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee. Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours. Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again. (*) His leather skin and horns to wear. All. SCENE III. The Forest. Enter Rosalind and Celia. Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock ? and here much Orlando! Cel. 1 warrant you, with pure love, and troubled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone forth to sleep: Look who comes here. Enter Silvius. Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth:- I [ Giving a letter. know not the contents; but as I guess, Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-1 By the stern brow and waspish action knew what you would prove; my friends told Which she did use as she was writing of it, me as much, and I thought no less-that flat-It bears an angry tenour: pardon me, tering tongue of yours won me :-'tis but one I am but as a guiltless messenger. cast away, and so, come, death.-Two o'clock Ros. Patience herself would startle at this is your hour. Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind. letter, And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all: love me Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and Why writes she so to me ?-Well, shepherd, well, |The owner of the house I did inquire for ? Sil. No, 1 protest, I know not the contents; Ros. Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style, Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, [Reads. Can a woman rail thus? Sil. Call you this railing? Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? Whiles the eye of man did woo me, That could do no vengeance to me→→ Meaning me a beast. If the scorn of your bright eyne Have power to raise such love in mine, Alack, in me what strange effect Would they work in mild aspect? Whiles you chid me, I did love; How then might your prayers move? He, that brings this love to thee, Little knows this love in me: And by him seal up thy mind; Whether that thy youth and kind Will the faithful offer take Of me, and all that I can make ; Or else by him my love deny, And then I'll study how to die. Sil. Call you this chiding? Cel. Alas, poor shepherd! Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity. Wilt thou love such a woman ?-What, to make thee an instrument, and play false strains upon thee! not to be endured 1-Well, go your way to her, (for I see, love hath made thee a tame snake,) and say this to her ;-That if she love me, I charge her to love thee: if she will not, I will never have her, unless thou entreat for her.-If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company. [Exit Silvius. Enter Oliver. Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you, you know Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of And high top bald with dry antiquity, When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead: brother; But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, Ros. Was it you he rescu'd ? Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him ? To tell you what I was, since my conversion Where, in the purlieus of this forest, stands The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream, Oh. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Of female favour, and bestows himself Are not you And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind. He sent me hither, stranger as I am, Cel. There is more in it :-Cousin-Ganymede! I would, I were at home. Touch. Then learn this of me: To have, is to have: For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the other: for all your writers do consent, that ipse is he; now you are not ipse, for I am he. Will. Which he, sir 7 Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman: Therefore, you clown, abandon,-which is in Oli. Be of good cheer, youth :-You a man?-the vulgar, leave,-the society,-which in the You lack a man's heart. Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body would think this was well counterfeited: I pray on, tell your brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh ho! Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of earnest. Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you. Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man. Ros. So I do: but, i' faith, I should have been a woman by right. Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, draw homewards:-Good sir, go with us. Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer backHow you excuse my brother, Rosalind. Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him: Will you go? ACT V. SCENE 1. The same. [Exeunt. Enter Touchstone and Audrey. Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; tience, gentle Audrey. boorish is, company,-of this female,-which in the common is,-woman, which together is, abandon the society of this female; or, clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage: will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will o'errun thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways: therefore tremble, and depart. I I Aud. Do, good William. [Exit. Cor. Our master and mistress seek you; come, away, away. Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey :-I attend, SCENE II. The same. Enter Orlando and Oliver. Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance you should like her? that but seeing, you should love her ? and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she should grant 1 and will you persever to pa-enjoy her? Aud. Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying. Touch. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you. Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in the world: here comes the man you mean. Enter William. Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, have much to answer for; we shall be flouting we cannot hold. Will. Good even, Audrey. Aud. God ye good even, William. Will. And good even to you, sir. Touch. Good even, gentle friend: Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pry'thee, be covered. How old are you, friend? Will. Five-and-twenty, sir. Touch. A ripe age: Is thy name William? Touch. A fair name: Wast born i' the forest here ? Will. Ay, sir, I thank God. Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my say with me, I love Aliena; say with her, that sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but she loves me; consent with both, that we may enjoy each other: it shall be to your good; for my father's house, and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd. Enter Rosalind. Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow: thither will I invite the duke, and all his contented followers: Go you, and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind. Ros. God save you, brother. Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion. Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counTouch. Thank God;-a good answer: Art terfeited to swoon, when he showed me your rich ? Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so. Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excelent good:-and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise ? handkerchief? Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that. Ros. Ó, I know where you are:-Nay, 'tis true: there never was any thing so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit orag of-1 came, saw, and overcame: For your Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now re-brother and my sister no sooner met, but they member a saying; The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid? looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage: they are in the very wrath of love, Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned ? and they will together; clubs cannot part them. Will. I do, sir. Will. No, sir. Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and |